The 'Great Noon-Tide Sun', is Garuda? is Aquila? is Shiva?, curiouser and curiouser!
Here's a thought! maybe Nietzsche was a Hindu? or, maybe, he had an encounter with the 'self'?, and that...as Jung constantly points out, is always a defeat for the Ego!
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Thus Spake Zarathustra[Friedrich Nietzsche]
LXX. NOONTIDE.
--And Zarathustra ran and ran, but he found no one else, and was alone and ever found himself again; he enjoyed and quaffed his solitude, and thought of good things--for hours.
About the hour of noontide, however, when the sun stood exactly over Zarathustra`s head, he passed an old, bent and gnarled tree, which was encircled round by the ardent love of a vine, and hidden from itself; from this there hung yellow grapes in abundance, confronting the wanderer.
Then he felt inclined to quench a little thirst, and to break off for himself a cluster of grapes.
When, however, he had already his arm out-stretched for that purpose, he felt still more inclined for something else--namely, to lie down beside the tree at the hour of perfect noontide and sleep.
This Zarathustra did; and no sooner had he laid himself on the ground in the stillness and secrecy of the variegated grass, than he had forgotten his little thirst, and fell asleep.
For as the proverb of Zarathustra saith: "One thing is more necessary than the other."
Only that his eyes remained open:--for they never grew weary of viewing and admiring the tree and the love of the vine.
In falling asleep, however, Zarathustra spake thus to his heart:
"Hush! Hush! Hath not the world now become perfect? What hath happened unto me?
As a delicate wind danceth invisibly upon parqueted seas, light, featherlight, so--danceth sleep upon me.
No eye doth it close to me, it leaveth my soul awake. Light is it, verily, feather-light.
It persuadeth me, I know not how, it toucheth me inwardly with a caressing hand, it constraineth me. Yea, it constraineth me, so that my soul stretcheth itself out:-
--How long and weary it becometh, my strange soul! Hath a seventh-day evening come to it precisely at noontide? Hath it already wandered too long, blissfully, among good and ripe things?
It stretcheth itself out, long--longer! it lieth still, my strange soul.
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He came to teach the 'ubermensch?', he should have known, it is unwise to teach your granny to suck eggs! haha!
What's a Hindu? .....it lays eggs! ha ha!
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